I live for Vegas trips. I’ve been to Vegas more times than I can count and I’ll tell you what. It feel like each time I go I make worse decisions lol.
Like the first time I went (after turning 21) and hooked up with a girlfriend of mine. We’ve been friends since we were practically babies, and I’m pretty sure at that time our parents just assumed we were lesbians. So in Vegas that came out in conversation, one drunken thing lead to another and before you know it, we’re taking turns going down on each other.
The next time I went to Vegas was with my mother, meaning I was going dancing and bar hopping alone. And in Vegas it’s easy to do and probably not the safest. But hey. I was 22, drunk and horny and Vegas is good for frat boys.
…The kind of guys will buy you a drink, stick their hand up your dress and fuck you in the elevator before you get to the room. At least in my experience that’s what they’re good for. I met Matt in one of the hotel bars at the Luxor and he was waiting for his buddies to come down so they could go out. We had a few drinks (where are your friends dude?) and next thing I know we’re in the elevator, he’s got me pressed against a wall with my leg wrapped around him and he’s thrusting into me. When the doors open he yanks me out of the elevator, practically runs me down the hall to his room where we don’t even make it to the bed.
He was really into fucking while standing. He pinned me against the door in his room and fucked me there. Then he moved to the wall of the entry way, turned me around and pounded me from behind for a while. Then moved me to the desk and propped me up there and fucked me hard enough that the table dented and scratched the wall. He was one of those guys who probably could cum for days, because he came each time we switched positions. And he came on my dress each time. I had so much cum on that dress by the time I walked out it gave a whole new meaning to the word “cum rag”….
There was one especially memorable trip to Vegas involving a well known musician, me passing out in 2 separate bathrooms and man who to this day I’m still trying to figure out if he was a homeless man or a hipster.
But I need to get ready for work for now.